After volunteering at a local homeless shelter, you were walking to your car where you were captured by a deranged serial killer whose modus operandi was skinning his victims one layer of skin at the time. He only got a patch off of your foot before you bravely fought back, escaping and eventually aiding the police in the capture, thus making you a hero.

You were an all-pro kicker in the NFL. Before the Pro Bowl game, you were at the beach with some teammates, when a group of sharks begins to attack. You, throwing all regard to your own safety out the window, run screaming into the shallow water. Your only defense is your greatest strength; you begin to kick sharks like the holy spirit resides in you. You kick one so hard that your foot blasts through the front of it's mouth, causing you to snag your foot horribly on the broken toothy remains. Your career is over, but in Hawaii, from that day on, you'll always be "Mano Peku Mea Lanakila".

GSdrums87 wrote:You were an all-pro kicker in the NFL. Before the Pro Bowl game, you were at the beach with some teammates, when a group of sharks begins to attack. You, throwing all regard to your own safety out the window, run screaming into the shallow water. Your only defense is your greatest strength; you begin to kick sharks like the holy spirit resides in you. You kick one so hard that your foot blasts through the front of it's mouth, causing you to snag your foot horribly on the broken toothy remains. Your career is over, but in Hawaii, from that day on, you'll always be "Mano Peku Mea Lanakila".